Monday, November 01, 2004

01 Nov 04 12:00:01 Epilogue

As you can see, things don't end well for at least one poor soul:


In the dirt-floored room, the fat, yellow candle finally burned out. Thick, acrid smoke, invisible in the darkness, wound silently from the wick. For one brief moment a single scream rose above the din, only to be swallowed completely a few seconds later and for all eternity.

The End

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